a few words on affirmative action

This is what... this what they want huh?This is what it's all about..What? Time to take Affirmative Action sonThey just don't understand, youknowImean?n-word comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet manYknahmean?n-word don't understand the four devils:Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. JealousyWicked n-word man

[AZ the Visualiza]Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nacAnd let's all wash this money through this laundry matSneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollarIn fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a RottweilerWho pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpointCatch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escapeThe Corleone, fettucini CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your domeWe got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknownLower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blownAristocrats, politickin daily with diplomatsSee me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

[Cormega]Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new bossThat n-word Paulie gotta die - he too softThat n-word's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head onthe couch with his male private part in his mouth, I put the hit outYo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love meAnd Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbiesYo my people from Medina they will see youwhen you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen usReal *&^%, my Desert Eagle got a ill gripI chill with, n-word that hit Dominican spots and steal bricksMy red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed teamCorleone be turnin n-word to fiendsU-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boywith mafia connections it's The Firm n-word set it

[Nas]Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind furyI shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papesand push cakes inside the casket at Just wakeIt's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstateAnd now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die *&^%It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my cliqueMy man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. CoffeeFeds cost me two mill' to get the system off me"Life's a female dog," but God-forbid the female dog divorce meI'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch meCuban cigars meetin Foxy at DemarsMovin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

[Foxy Brown]In the black CamaroFirm deep all my n-word hail the blackest sparrowWallabee's be the apparelThrough the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillionsin the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my n-word JungleHe money bags got Moet, Sean DonBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to doMy whole team we shittin hard like CzarSosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and EscobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skinArmani sweaters Carolina HebreraBe The Firm baby, from BK to the 'BridgeMy n-word Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal isI keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-iesSittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!We stay incogni' like all them thug n-word in MarcyThe Gods, they praise Allah with visions of GandhiBet it on, my whole crew is Don JuanOn Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoken-word with them Cubans that snort cokeRaw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure thoughFlippin the bigger picture, the bigger n-word with the cheddarWas mad dripper, he had a f-in villa in ManillaWe got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and halfKeys is one and two-fifth, so how we flipThirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times threeWe got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of creamDivide the profit by four, subtract it by eightWe back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin throughSo let's see, if we flip this other keyThen that's more for me, mad coke and mad leakPlus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fiftyNow triple that times three, we got three quarters of another keyThe Firm baby, volume one uhh..

The joke is that those are lyrics to a rap song called "Affirmative Action"

Nice dun. Very prestigious.

I'm glad you knew this. This has one of the hottest openings and beats of any song.

True.... proving that, yes, there is a place for the mandolin in hip-hop. Still, the Escobarization of Nas was not a positive developmental step from the street poetry of Illmatic. In other words, @#!* The Firm.

The joke is that those are lyrics to a rap song called "Affirmative Action"

Nice dun. Very prestigious.

I'm glad you knew this. This has one of the hottest openings and beats of any song.

True.... proving that, yes, there is a place for the mandolin in hip-hop. Still, the Escobarization of Nas was not a positive developmental step from the street poetry of Illmatic. In other words, @#!* The Firm.

You're right Nas should've put out another couple rounds of Illmatic, but that's the way true artists go; they evolve.